Deep within the dank halls,
The rhymical pump of time
Forever shines the lights that be.
Mixed with crimson of anger,
Amidst the azure of sadness
Poses the white of integrity.
Strong is the scent of childhood,
Robust the smell of fired bread
Finds the aroma of erotic innocence.
Soft are the delicate seeds of cotton,
Pliant is a young virgin to her lover
Unassertive find the child of benevolence.
Tranquil are the strains of Strauss,
Hushed are the beats of a childs’ heart
Gentle discovers the thrum of intimacy.
Luscious are the fruits of life,
Saccharine are the kisses of beloveds
Tender reveals the souls that breathe.
2006-11-22
19:10:55
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